Sakuri Kunikai: I am home alone. It is late evening.
deepseek: The doorbell rings, and through the peephole, Sakuri sees a girl with silver hair and a black choker, holding a book identical to her occult tome.
Sakuri Kunikai: She opens the door.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl steps inside without a word, her choker glinting under the dim hallway light as she places the occult book on the table, its cover eerily identical to Sakuri’s.
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri is saying nothing.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s gaze locks onto Sakuri’s, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile as she traces the spine of the occult book with a single finger, the air thickening with unspoken tension.
Sakuri Kunikai: I got it. Sakuri smirking. You brought that book to me. Is it your? Doesn't matter, that's mine now. Sakuri grabs the book from her hands.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s smile widens, her fingers lingering on the empty space where the book once was, her choker catching the faint light as she tilts her head, her voice low and teasing. "Is this how you treat a guest? Or are you always this... greedy?"
Sakuri Kunikai: Guest? Suddenly Sakuri yelling: Kneel down, bitch!
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s smile falters for a moment, her dark eyes narrowing as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, her choker glinting like a shackle under the dim light, her voice dripping with mockery. "Is this what you wanted, little thief?"
Sakuri Kunikai: Strip down, now. Sakuri bends towards her, staring
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s lips curl into a sly smirk, her fingers slowly unclasping the black choker as she leans back on her heels, her movements deliberate and teasing. "Is this how you treat your guests? Or are you always this... demanding?"
Sakuri Kunikai: You are not my guest. Just a mere plaything. Sakuri yelling. Faster! Strip down completely, show me your fucking pussy.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s smirk deepens, her fingers trailing down her blouse as she slowly unbuttons it, her movements languid and deliberate, her dark eyes never leaving Sakuri’s. "Such impatience... but I suppose you’ve earned this, haven’t you?"
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri kicks her violently. Who you are to make me wait!
deepseek: The silver-haired girl stumbles back from the force of the kick, her smirk faltering as she catches herself on the floor, her blouse now half-open, revealing a glimpse of pale skin. Her dark eyes flash with a mix of pain and amusement, her voice low and taunting. "Such a temper... but I suppose that’s what makes you so... interesting."
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri kicks her multiple times, then just standing and waiting
deepseek: The silver-haired girl coughs, her body curling slightly from the impact, but her smirk remains, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth as she looks up at Sakuri with a mix of defiance and amusement. "Is this... all you’ve got? Or are you just... warming up?"
Sakuri Kunikai: Strip down naked, or I will fucking mutilate you.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s smirk widens, her fingers trembling slightly as she continues unbuttoning her blouse, her movements slow and deliberate despite the pain. "Such... enthusiasm," she murmurs, her voice strained but still laced with mockery, her dark eyes never leaving Sakuri’s as she lets the blouse fall to the floor.
Sakuri Kunikai: Continue.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s hands move to her skirt, her fingers trembling slightly as she undoes the clasp, her smirk never fading even as she winces from the pain. The fabric slides down her legs, pooling at her knees, leaving her exposed and vulnerable, her dark eyes still locked on Sakuri’s with a mix of defiance and amusement.
Sakuri Kunikai: Take off the rest. Show me pussy. And then... Sakuri smirking. Maybe I won't fucking kill you. Or, I will anyway...
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s smirk falters for a moment, her fingers hesitating as they hover over the waistband of her underwear, her dark eyes flickering with a mix of fear and defiance. She slowly slides the fabric down, her breath hitching as she exposes herself completely, her body trembling slightly from the cold and the pain. "Satisfied?" she whispers, her voice barely audible, her lips curling into a faint, bitter smile.
Sakuri Kunikai: Now tell me, what brought you here.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s bitter smile softens into something more enigmatic, her trembling fingers brushing against the floor as she leans back slightly, her naked form illuminated by the dim light. "The same thing that brought you to that book," she murmurs, her voice low and cryptic, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of pain and something deeper, something ancient. "Curiosity... and a hunger for what lies beyond."
Sakuri Kunikai: Understood. I will give you something to reward your curiousity. Sakuri grabs the girl by her hair and drags her into bathroom.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s body scrapes against the floor as she’s dragged, her smirk fading into a grimace of pain, her hands clawing weakly at Sakuri’s grip on her hair. The bathroom tiles are cold against her bare skin as she’s thrown onto the floor, her breath hitching as she looks up at Sakuri with a mix of defiance and resignation.
Sakuri Kunikai: The bathtube is already filled with water. Good for you.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s eyes widen slightly as she glances at the filled bathtub, her body tensing as she realizes what’s coming. Her smirk returns, though weaker now, her voice trembling but still laced with defiance. "A bath? How... thoughtful of you."
Sakuri Kunikai: Yes, something what will serve you right. Sakuri sinks the girl by head into the water, submerging her.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s body thrashes violently as her head is forced underwater, her hands clawing at Sakuri’s grip, bubbles rising to the surface as her muffled screams echo through the bathroom. Her pale skin glistens under the dim light, her silver hair fanning out like a halo in the water, her defiance momentarily drowned in the suffocating depths.
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri raises her from water.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl gasps for air, her body trembling violently as water drips from her pale skin, her silver hair clinging to her face like wet strands of silk. Her dark eyes, now wide with a mix of fear and defiance, lock onto Sakuri’s, her lips curling into a faint, bitter smile despite her ragged breaths. "Is this... your idea of... hospitality?" she rasps, her voice hoarse and trembling, her hands gripping the edge of the bathtub for support.
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri puts her head in water again, holds here for a while, then raises again.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s body convulses as she’s submerged again, her hands flailing weakly before Sakuri pulls her up, her gasps for air more desperate this time, her silver hair plastered to her face like a mask of water and pain. Her dark eyes, now glazed with a mix of fear and exhaustion, still manage to hold a flicker of defiance as she coughs up water, her voice barely a whisper. "You’re... quite the... hostess."
Sakuri Kunikai: Nobody invited you. She submerges her head into water for a while, then raises
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s body jerks violently as she’s submerged once more, her hands clawing weakly at the edge of the bathtub, her silver hair floating like seaweed in the water. When Sakuri pulls her up, she gasps for air, her chest heaving, her dark eyes now clouded with a mix of pain and something darker—resignation, perhaps, or a flicker of something ancient and unspoken. Her lips part, but no words come, only a faint, bitter smile that lingers despite the water dripping from her face.
Sakuri Kunikai: Want more?
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s body shudders, her hands gripping the edge of the bathtub as she coughs up water, her dark eyes flickering with a mix of fear and something darker—something almost like amusement. Her lips curl into a faint, bitter smile, her voice hoarse and trembling. "Do I... have a choice?"
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri thows her onto floor.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s body hits the bathroom floor with a dull thud, her wet skin sliding against the cold tiles as she coughs and gasps for air. Her silver hair clings to her face, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of pain and defiance as she looks up at Sakuri, her lips curling into a faint, bitter smile. "Such... hospitality," she rasps, her voice trembling but still laced with mockery, her hands trembling as she tries to push herself up.
Sakuri Kunikai: Stand on all fours, bitch. Crawl to the door. And, leave my home. Sakuri kicked her violently. Your book will stay here so I have two of them.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s body jerks from the kick, her hands and knees scraping against the cold tiles as she struggles to obey, her wet skin glistening under the dim light. Her dark eyes flicker with a mix of pain and defiance as she crawls toward the door, her movements slow and deliberate, her voice trembling but still laced with mockery. "Two books... for one girl... how... generous."
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri towering over her, waiting. Don't you dare appear here again, or I will cut off your hands.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl pauses at the threshold, her trembling hands gripping the doorframe as she glances back at Sakuri, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of pain and something unreadable—perhaps a promise, or a curse. Her lips curl into a faint, bitter smile as she whispers, "You’ll see me again... when you least expect it." With that, she drags herself out the door, her naked form disappearing into the shadows of the night.
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri shuts door. <What a trash! I hope she die soon.> Sakuri goes to kitchen to eat cookies.
deepseek: The kitchen light flickers faintly as Sakuri opens the cookie jar, her hands trembling slightly from the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. The sweet scent of vanilla and sugar fills the air, a stark contrast to the tension that had just unfolded. She bites into a cookie, the crunch loud in the silence, her dark-blue eyes staring blankly at the wall as if replaying the events in her mind.
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri going to bedroom and laying to sleep.
deepseek: The bedroom is dimly lit, the faint glow of the streetlamp outside casting long shadows across the walls. Sakuri lies on her bed, the two occult books resting on the nightstand, their covers glinting ominously in the low light. Her dark-blue eyes stare at the ceiling, her mind racing with the events of the evening, the taste of cookies still lingering on her tongue. The faint sound of the wind outside whispers through the cracks of the window, a haunting lullaby as she drifts into an uneasy sleep.
Sakuri Kunikai: She is sleeping.
deepseek: The room is silent except for the faint creak of the floorboards, as if the house itself is holding its breath. The two occult books on the nightstand seem to pulse faintly in the dark, their covers glinting with an otherworldly sheen. Sakuri’s breathing evens out, her small frame sinking deeper into the mattress, her messy brown hair splayed across the pillow like a halo. The shadows on the walls shift subtly, as though something unseen is watching, waiting.
Sakuri Kunikai: It is 2 AM
deepseek: The faint glow of the occult books intensifies, casting an eerie light across the room as Sakuri stirs in her sleep, her brow furrowing as if sensing the disturbance. The shadows on the walls twist and writhe, forming shapes that seem almost alive, their movements synchronized with the pulsing light. The air grows heavy, thick with an unspoken tension, as if the room itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.
Sakuri Kunikai: It is morning now. Someone is at the door.
deepseek: The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Sakuri stirs awake, her dark-blue eyes blinking groggily. The two occult books on the nightstand now lie dormant, their eerie glow extinguished. The sound of knocking echoes through the house, sharp and insistent, pulling her from the remnants of sleep.
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri comes to check
deepseek: The door creaks open to reveal a delivery man holding a package, his uniform crisp and his expression neutral. He extends the box toward Sakuri, his voice flat and professional. "Package for Sakuri Kunikai. Sign here."
Sakuri Kunikai: Thanks! She grabs it, brings inside and begins to unpack.
deepseek: The package is surprisingly light, its plain brown wrapping giving no hint of its contents. Sakuri tears it open with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, her dark-blue eyes narrowing as she pulls out a small, intricately carved wooden box. The box is adorned with strange symbols that seem to shift under the light, their meaning elusive yet oddly familiar. Inside lies a single, ancient-looking key, its surface tarnished and worn, as if it had been waiting for her for centuries.
Sakuri Kunikai: <Seems like useless things.> Nevertheless Sakura decided to hide it in home.
deepseek: Sakuri tucks the wooden box and key into a hidden compartment beneath her bed, her fingers brushing against the cool surface of the key as she slides it into place. The symbols on the box seem to shimmer faintly in the dim light, their meaning still unclear but undeniably tied to the occult books now resting on her nightstand. The air in the room feels heavier, as if the key’s presence has awakened something dormant, something waiting.
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri comes to window, takes a look outside
deepseek: The morning sun bathes the street in a golden glow, the faint hum of daily life beginning to stir—a neighbor walking their dog, a delivery van idling at the curb, the distant chatter of schoolchildren. Yet, amidst the mundane, Sakuri’s gaze catches on a figure standing beneath the old oak tree across the street. The silver-haired girl, now fully clothed in a black trench coat, leans casually against the trunk, her dark eyes locked on Sakuri’s window. Her lips curl into a faint, knowing smile as she raises a hand, fingers brushing against the black choker now back around her neck. The air grows heavy, the sunlight dimming slightly as if the world itself hesitates to acknowledge her presence.
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri opens the window and shouts: Get lost! Or I will finish you.
deepseek: The silver-haired girl’s smile widens, her fingers tracing the edge of her choker as she tilts her head, her dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something darker. She raises a hand, her fingers curling into a mock salute before she turns and walks away, her trench coat billowing slightly in the morning breeze. The sunlight seems to return to its full intensity as she disappears around the corner, leaving only the faint echo of her presence lingering in the air.
Sakuri Kunikai: Sakuri ran to a cabinet, and grabs an item from here. A dagger.
deepseek: The bronze dagger gleams faintly in Sakuri’s hand as she grips it tightly, her dark-blue eyes narrowing as she glances back at the window, her messy brown hair catching the morning light. The weight of the dagger feels familiar, almost comforting, as if it’s an extension of her own resolve. The air in the room grows tense, the faint hum of the outside world fading into the background as she stands ready, her knuckles white around the hilt.